Blue Diamonds is a contemporary romantic thriller set in Australia.
She picked the wrong man to reject - a former SAS killer. Now he wants her dead.
Major John Stratton doesn't take kindly to rejection. As a man used to eliminating enemies permanently there's only one way he wants to deal with this woman. But when his attempt on her life fails, and police dismiss her claims, she flees England with a new identity as Chloe Clarke.
In Australia, she settles into a new life-style and meets Tom Wentworth, a strong, protective man who, while realising she has secrets, loves her unconditionally. A shared enjoyment of sailing cements the growing bond between them, and Tom, with his quirky sense of humour, is the first to make her really laugh since the "accident". Chloe confides her fear of Stratton in this man she finally comes to trust. And the big secret - her true identity.
But Stratton tracks her down and now Tom and Chloe face a shared danger from a man bent on revenge - and murder.
It was a battered old Jeep, one that had seen plenty of service, but sturdy with heaps of grunt left; perfect for the job, easy to steal, simple to start. A ski-mask would not seem out of place in this icy weather and there shouldn't be too much traffic about either, given the state of the roads. He knew exactly where it would happen—she had to go that way and the rocky tree-studded hillside was made to order. A few heavy bumps and her Honda didn't stand a chance.
Bitch. Tart. Slut.
She awoke in darkness, in pain, in fear. She didn't know where she was or who she was. Panic seized her, but she calmed as a soft hand took hers and a soothing voice spoke.
"Oh, good, you're awake, dear."
She tried to speak, but nothing emerged, a burning in her throat, her mouth dry as ashes. She tried to swallow, to run her tongue around her mouth but it seemed too much of an effort. Something, a straw, touched her lips, she sucked and cool water flooded her parched mouth.
"I'll be back in a sec," said the same pleasant voice. "Just you rest now and I'll fetch the doctor."
"What?" she croaked. "Doctor? Hospital?"
"I can't see!"
The pain was worse now—a headache screamed for attention, competing with the sharp pains in her stomach and ribs, a dull ache in one of her legs, agony in her left elbow when she tried to move her arm. But worst of all, she didn't know who she was. She struggled for a memory, any memory, anything to give her a clue. The name Miss Lizzie popped into her head. Was she Lizzie? No, that didn't seem right.